I mentioned in an earlier blog that we were almost trampled by a herd of sheep. Here's the story: Boston and I were sitting on a small hill near the river playing while Spencer fished. Spencer was within sight a little ways up the river. To either side of us was a fence and the river was in front of us so we were in a relatively small area that was fairly confined. Boston and I were talking and throwing rocks into the river. Occasionally a car or semi would drive along the highway on the horizon, we could hear it before we could see it and would watch for it. As we were sitting there we could hear the rumble of what sounded like a large truck that would be crossing the horizon soon. It was taking longer than I thought it should and I turned around to see what else it could be. At the top of the hill we were sitting on was a herd of sheep with the big rams at the front coming to the river to drink. A man was herding them on a horse and two dogs so they were in a hurry. When they saw us they tried to stop but their momentum and the sheep behind them pushed them down the hill. As soon as I saw the sheep I grabbed Boston. I picked him up by the back of his jacket so his feet were just off the ground and ran to the fence that was closest. I thought that the fence would help us because we would then not be surrounded by the sheep. I wanted to keep Boston in a position that if I fell he could keep going so I did not pick him up entirely. When we reached the fence I had to run along it until we reached the bridge that crossed over the fence down to the opposite side. By the time we got over and looked back the sheep had crossed through the opposite fence and had dissipated. The herdsman rode up and said, "Looks like those big rams gave you quite a scare." Spencer was shortly behind him. He saw the whole thing. He said he kept thinking we would move as the herd got closer and closer. He wanted to do something to warn us but was to far away to do anything but whistle. I heard him whistle to us just as I turned around to see the sheep.
At the time we laughed about it. Later I talked to my mom about it and she was amazed at how blessed we were in the situation. As I look back on it I see that it would have been so easy for Boston to have been far enough away from me that I could not get to him before the sheep.
These were taken from the rock we were sitting on.
Top of the hill.
Fence I ran to
Opposite fence
The river
The bridge we crossed
I know that I will never forget the sight of those rams in a cloud dust at the top of the hill silhouetted by the setting sun.
Once again thanks for you prayers!
